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Catch the Thunder	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 17785 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 34

An Angel or a Devil
Freed felt like he was crawling back into consciousness. The haze of a sweet dream melted away, and he felt warmth beside him. This was only the third time since Laxus returned that he actually woke up beside his lover, yet already the weight on the mattress felt familiar, comfortable, normal, like he had always slept by his side, they had always lived together like this, and this was the most normal way to wake up.
He scratched at his head, ruffling up the cowlicks that liked to stick out at the worst times. Fatigue still tugging on his body, yet he rolled around. Despite the summer afternoon heat and a lingering humidity of sex, Laxus had rolled the blankets around him and looked quite comfortable as a drooling burrito. Freed put a hand to his mouth to stifle the laugh so he would not wake him. He reached over, grabbed his phone, turned on the camera, and pulled his arms way out, angling it to get both himself and his sleeping boyfriend. Laxus got his kinky sex tape; Freed snapped his after-sex selfie.
Ooh, Laxus would spank his ass if he ever found out about this!
Giggling to himself, he texted the picture to Loke with the comment: What a cutie, no? Guess who topped! :P
Seconds later, the phone pinged. Loke had written back in all caps: OMG WHOA DUDE U R LIKE TOTALLY NOT A VIRGIN ANYMORE! O.o
Freed almost did not stop his laugh in time. Totally not a virgin? He hadn't been for months! Then again, there were many types of virginity, or so he had learned while reading some random online article about modern concepts of sexuality. He simply lost one type of virginity: someone who had never penetrated another person before. Thinking about it that way made him blush.
The phone pinged again. Kiss him awake. Kiss your pretty blond daddy.
Kiss him, huh? He also thought to himself, Laxus wasn't his daddy; he was his master. He texted back: I'll try that. See you at work Monday.
Ping! Details, man, details!
Text! You wish.
Ping! Prude! Maybe I'll ask him myself.
Text! He'd probably show you the sex tape.
Ping! WHAAAAAAAAT?!
Freed stifled a laugh, set the phone on silent, and placed it on the charger, ignoring anything else Loke had to say. Then he rolled back around to Laxus. Slowly, trying not to shift the bed, he scooted up closer. Laxus' mouth hung open with slow, heavy breathing, not quite snores, and a little drool moistening the pillow under him. Cautiously, Freed leaned over and let his lips rest on the neck, right over a royal purple hickey. His mark!
A sharp snort sucked in, Laxus' mouth closed, yet he did not move. He was sleeping, mostly. He saw dreams, but he felt kisses. His dream turned into kissing. What was dream now, and what was real?
He was too sleepy to sort things out. As more kisses tickled his neck and down to the collar bone, a lazy smile spread over his face. He was on the cusp of reality, but if this was only a dream, he wanted to keep sleeping. He felt the lips move closer up again, and his eyes fluttered open. He saw the turquoise gleam in the afternoon sun pouring through the curtains.
"Mmmh, mornin'," he muttered.
Freed smiled down silently. He was waiting, and Laxus knew he needed a command, even a silent one. So he wrapped his arms around the thin shoulders and pulled Freed down for another kiss. Laxus growled a soft purr this time, savoring the warmth of those lips.
"Y'okay?" he asked between kisses.
"Mmm-hmm," Freed replied, just wanting to enjoy Laxus' sleepy sensuality. Finally, he managed one syllable. "You?"
Laxus pulled Freed up to gaze at him. He looked so drowsy, green bed hair sticking out, eyes lazy but gazing down at him with desire. "I feel incredible," he whispered with an awestruck smile.
Freed looked placidly happy. He sat back on his heels and yawned, stretching high above his head and bowing back his spine. Laxus' eyebrow hitched, gazing at the pale skin, the slender chest, taut abs, and the simple beauty of his naked, unaroused body. It was not Freed the angel, or even Freed the incubus. It was just sleepy Freed Justine.
"You're gorgeous," Laxus muttered in awe.
Freed froze mid-stretch and looked down with wide, stunned eyes. Belatedly, Laxus realized he said that out loud.
"Shit," he gasped. He could not take it back, and there was no reason to apologize for saying it. All he could do was admit it slipped out without him realizing it.
Freed slumped out of the stretch and chuckled softly. "You're not so bad looking yourself, y'know."
"Shut up," he smirked.
Freed laid down again, curled against Laxus.
"Ya wanna get up yet?"
"Nuh-uh," Freed muttered, eyes closed and ready to drift off again.
"You were the one who said we couldn't spend all day in bed."
"Mmh … changed my mind," he mumbled.
"Brat," Laxus laughed, and he kissed the top of Freed's head.
For a while, Laxus thought Freed must have drifted back off to sleep. He was motionless and silent. He did not want to move and chance waking him, so he just laid there, despite an arm going to sleep.
Then Freed shifted, raised up on an elbow, and looked down at Laxus with those same drowsy eyes. He leaned over and kissed the rough lips. Laxus smiled, but then the lips pressed again, firmer, lasting longer. A tongue slid out and licked his mouth, and he met Freed's kiss, dueling tongues, hands groping in the chiaroscuro light. Laxus thought this was just an adorable wakeup kiss, but Freed was not stopping. If anything, his touches were getting stronger, touching the areas he knew were weak.
"Freed," he warned through the shower of kisses. "If you keep this up—"
"Shh," he hushed, kissing him insistently.
He groaned as Freed scratched softly down his chest. "Do you want more?"
"Are you up for it?" he asked.
"Fuck, I will be if you keep doing this. Let me up first. I never shit your cum out."
Freed pulled back, and Laxus dashed to the bathroom, used it, cleaned up, and stumbled back out to the bedroom. He collapsed into bed and rolled on top of Freed.
"My turn," he insisted.
Freed folded his knees up, showing his submission. Damn little sex kitten!
"It won't be rough," Laxus apologized, grabbing the lube still sitting on the nearby nightstand. "Too sleepy for rough."
"Mmh, I'll make due," Freed smiled playfully.
Laxus shook his head. Sexy bitch! Horny vixen! There were so many insults he could throw at Freed, but none were truly right. He was simply an incredible man with insatiable desires.
"No prep. Just go for it," Freed urged.
Laxus nodded, lubed his cock, and eased it slowly inside. Freed groaned with a shudder, and Laxus grunted softly at the tightness.
"You open up so easily for me. Fuck! How do you do it?" he asked in awe, recalling how long it took him to loosen up.
"Want it," Freed moaned, surrendering himself. "I want you in me. Want it so much."
"Shit!"
Laxus went slowly. It lasted, he wasn't sure how long, but it felt like the rest of the day passed away and still they were together, slow and steady, building up, easing off, pausing to kiss, to stare, to pull back unfinished, cuddle and caress, and then starting up again. They dragged it out, much like that first night together. Laxus kept taking him, but then stopping when either one got tired and softened up again. Then a rest, and more, maybe wilder, maybe slower. It was simply lovemaking. Even without a climax, it was filled with passion, love, and tenderness.
At one point, Laxus felt the tension easing once again, his arousal withered, and he pulled back, kissing Freed instead.
"Laxus," he muttered. "Tired."
He smiled and rolled over next to him. "We can put it on hold."
"But you didn't … you know," he muttered, blushing.
"Neither did you. That's fine," he assured, kissing him. "Sex isn't just about blowing your load. Besides, this way, if we want more after dinner, we can."
"Dinner?" he asked.
"We slept through lunch, silly."
"Oh," he muttered, not awake enough to let it register. "Is it dinnertime?"
Laxus glanced at the clock. "A little after four."
"Oh. Late lunch? I can make sandwiches."
Laxus kissed his forehead. "Sounds good."
They both sat up and scratched out the hair stiff from sweat. Then Freed stood first and held his hand out to Laxus, offering to help him up.
Although annoyed that someone thought he needed help, Laxus knew this was just the gentleman side to Freed, an instinct after so many years. He took the slender hand, and it yanked him up with powerful ease.
They showered together without much more than teasing kisses as they scrubbed one another's bodies and pointed out the marks left behind. As they dried off, Laxus suddenly wrapped his towel around Freed, yanked him in, and kissed him with their naked bodies pressed together. That was all, though. He simply loved seeing Freed like this, and the domestic simplicity really made every action incredible to him.
They spent the rest of the day lounging in robes and slippers, making sandwiches, watching some television, and cuddling on the couch for a movie. Finally, Freed got up and went into the kitchen to cook dinner. Laxus sat at the table sipping a soda and watching him cook. Freed had a flare about cooking, plus it was amusing to see him with his hair tied back and wearing an apron.
"Oh hey," Laxus called over, "I got good news."
"Oh?" he asked, focused on keeping a wok of vegetables and rice going before anything burned.
"I got my old job back."
Freed almost dropped the spatula and looked around sharply. Old job? There was no way he meant the South Pole Club. That was long past, and he sounded happy about this news. The fetish club! Laxus had been working there and liking it just before leaving for Greece.
"At the club?" he asked.
"Yeah," he grinned.
Freed spun back around and focused on the food.
Laxus hesitated with the soda almost to his lips. He slowly lowered it and looked worried. "Is that okay?"
"You like working there, don't you?" he answered back.
That wasn't an I'm okay with this choice sort of response. "Look, if you don't like it—"
"No, no!" he cried out, and he flashed a grin back. "It's okay."
Liar! He should warn Freed never to play Poker. "You don't like it, do you?"
He wanted to say he was fine. Instead, he turned off the stove and removed his apron. He turned around with arms folded and admitted, "I'm always just a little worried."
"Freed, seriously, you have nothing to worry about." Like hell would he ever cheat! The fetish club was different from that strip dancing place. It was all about consent there. No one forced him to do anything.
"I'm a bit more worried about other people trying to get at you, not you getting at other people."
Freed was worried for him?
For him?
Who was the dominant here? Who was the sadist? Who was the biggest electrician in the whole goddamn club?
Still, it was sweet to hear him acting like some sort of protective bodyguard. He walked up to Freed and cupped his face, feeling him lean into his hand like a cat wanting to be petted.
"You still have nothing to worry about."
"Yeah…" He glanced up deviously. "…because you're a freakish monster, right?"
"Damn straight I am!"
Freed laughed, wrapped his arms around Laxus, and pulled him in closer by the hips. "You're my monster!"
Laxus hummed, so tempted to take him right here in the kitchen with the food still sizzling in the wok. Damn, so tempting! Instead, his little incubus would have to wait. Laxus had a sly grin. It was punishment time, and he was ready to embarrass Freed.
In a slick voice, he threatened, "I volunteered you for something."
Freed had been expecting a little pre-dinner foreplay, so those words shocked him. "W-what?" Volunteered? At the club? Him?
"Yeah," he purred, savoring the massive eyes filled with alarm. "I want all those bitches in there to know you're mine. I volunteered you."
He stuttered out gibberish and backed away.
"All you've gotta do is obey me…" then he deviously added, "…and moan like a bitch."
Freed yanked back hard, beyond just embarrassed. He looked petrified.
"Is that okay?" Laxus asked quickly.
"In front of everyone?" he cried out.
Here was the fun part, and Laxus just knew this would shock him. He was even a little proud as he told Freed, "For an exhibition."
"Wh- … ex- …" Freed saw just how excited he looked, but there was one problem. One dead serious problem. He was Freed-frigging-Justine! "What if it's people my family know?"
People … his family…?
Shit.
Laxus too often forgot that, as the son of a famous CEO, Freed was a bit of a celebrity. He had been on the evening news just yesterday, giving a public statement about Bickslow's drug overdose! With his dashing looks and flowing green hair, Freed was not exactly just another man. He stood out. If people the Justines knew found out the CEO's son was put on display at a fetish exhibition…
"That would be a problem," Laxus said with a tightened brow.
"Yeah," Freed cried out, shocked he had not even thought about that issue, or thought about asking him first, or even discussing if something like this was what he might want. Kink in the bedroom was one thing. Simply sitting in a fetish club was dangerous enough. Actually being on display, and for a large event, was insane.
Laxus pulled back, angry at himself for not thinking this through. This was something they should have talked about first. He far overstepped his role as the master in this relationship. He needed to make this better. The easy way was simply to cancel, but he had spent a day thinking about this event. He really wanted to do it. He wanted Freed to enjoy it, and he just knew he would once he was up on that stage.
"I'll ask Flare," he decided. "She'll have an RSVP list, and if you recognize even one name on that list, we'll call it off."
Freed bit on his lip. "But … you really want me to do that, huh?"
Laxus stepped back up to him and grabbed his face with both hands, holding it possessively. "I've been wanting to show you off like that for a long time."
Freed's heart beat wildly, and the danger of being publicly discovered added to the thrill. He chuckled and asked slyly, "What would you be doing?"
Laxus liked the nervous excitement he showed now. Yes, this was the reaction he wanted to see! "Paddling you."
Freed groaned and sucked in air. "In front of everyone?"
"Yeah," he growled. He reached around and grabbed Freed's ass hard enough to give him pain.
Freed gasped at the possessive hold to his butt … a butt Laxus wanted to beat … in public … in front of others … showing him off … claiming him publicly. He began to breathe heavily and gulped to moisten his throat. Laxus was kneading his ass now, and the tension built in Freed's body.
"We, uh … we'd probably have to … plan something, huh?"
Laxus did not stop groping at those firm butt cheeks. "Usually, yeah," he answered, watching the hitches in Freed's throat.
"And get practice?"
He gave a low chuckle. "Lots of practice."
Despite himself, a moan broke free, and Freed felt his cock tense up with pulsing throbs.
"You like the idea," Laxus stated slyly.
"Yeah," he admitted, trembling slightly and dropping his gaze. "Yeah, I do."
Laxus let go of his ass and cupped Freed's flushed cheeks, gently forcing his face up. "You wanna do it?" he asked in a low, dominating tone.
His eyes locked into that electric blue gaze, and he forced his breathing to calm just enough to answer. "Yes, master."
Master!
He remembered the first time Freed called him that.
He remembered the first time he screamed at a client not to call him master ever again, because he had already decided Freed would be his one and only slave.
He remembered punching Llewellyn hard enough to break his nose for calling him master.
"Fucking hell, I love you!" he exclaimed in a soft, ardent sneer. However, he chuckled it off, released Freed's cheeks, and turned away from him. "I'll get that list," he called back. "You look over it. One name looks familiar, we'll call it off."
He gulped hard, wishing Laxus would have done something. "Yeah … yeah," he said absently. Sometimes he hated when Laxus left him unfulfilled, but that usually meant more to come later. Mischief showed through his gleaming eyes as he smirked. "I hope it's no one I know."
Laxus heard the deviousness and spun back around. Holy…
That was no angel smirking by the stove. It was a devil! A devil of lust! With Freed's cowlicks sticking out slightly like demon horns, there was no question anymore. Laxus had snagged himself an incubus in the disguise of an angel.
"I hope not either," he said in amusement, "because now I can't wait."
Freed let out a moan, sensual and lusty, and when Laxus glanced down he saw the bulge in the pants.
"Damn!" he exclaimed. He rushed back, grabbed Freed, and hugged him tightly in happiness. "Ah, damn," he whispered, wondering how the hell he ever got lucky enough to get a man like this.
When Freed looked up at him with those same carnal eyes, Laxus knew he was a defeated man. He sank to his knees before this sensual devil, his very own dark prince. Commanded silently by that gaze, he pulled down Freed's zipper, eased out his erection, and decided to take a little dessert before dinner.

Next Chapter: I've Got You Under My Skin

A/N: I'll admit, the selfie was Laxybutt's idea and inspired by insanely adorable Tumblr fan art. (I got permission to steal...ahem...borrow the idea.)
http://laxybutt.tumblr.com/post/129632336538/fraxus-morning-selfie-yay-i-had-and-have-some
I haven't posted this yet, but there actually is an audio for the past 3 chapters. It's split in two due to uploading trouble, and this chapter added some stuff, but it's rather popular, considering how many people listened to it before I ever posted Chapter 32-34.
#1 - http://chirb.it/6rfsrn

#2 - http://chirb.it/Jnq7LF
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